Hometown: The Roch, MI (aka. The Crotch, aka. Crotchscratcher, aka. Crotchmolester, aka. Rochester)
Currently Living: Clawson, MI
Height: 5'8
Weight: Ha ha, yeah right
Favorite Color: Blue (preferably navy)
Profession: Researcher
Favorite Nickname: Trick, Sloan
Favorite Drinks:Vodka Tonic, Guinness, Diet Dr. Pepper, Dirty Martinis, red wine
Favorite TV Show: Friends, Sex & The City, Project Runway, The Amazing Race, Iron Chef America
Least Favorite TV Show: A Baby Story, I Love Lucy, Martha Stewart, Everybody Loves Raymond, every hour long drama
Favorite Books: The History of Love, Beloved, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, Fight Club, A Prayer for Owen Meany, The of Being, SurUnbearable Lightness vivor, Empire Falls, The Corrections, The Bell Jar
Favorite Movies: Little Miss Sunshine, Anchorman, The 40 Year Old Virgin, Wordplay, American Beauty, Life is Beautiful, Amelie, Breakfast Club, Singin In The Rain, Sixteen Candles, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Sleeping Beauty, Dancer in the Dark, Duets, The Virgin Suicides, The Manchurian Candidate (1962), Austin Powers I, II & III, My Best Friends Wedding, Moulin Rouge, Tommy Boy, Billy Madison, The Shining, Gone With The Wind, Bridget Jones' Diary, Chicago, Love Actually
Guilty Pleasure Movies: Xanadu, Dirty Dancing, Overboard, Groundhog Day, Steel Magnolias, 10 Things I Hate About You, Bond movies, Footloose, Clue, Murder By Death, High Spirits, A Cinderella Story
What I Do Too Much: Check email, crossword puzzles, complain about my job to friends and family,
Obsessions: sushi, Indian food, ranch dressing, toenail polish, song lyrics, hands, awards shows, symmetry, avocados, maps, dreams, This American Life, the display in my car that tracks my MPG
Pet Peeves: loud eaters, slurping, gulping, arrogance, snoring, bad grammar, repetition, late mergers, ripping cardboard, the word "chunky", intolerance, couples in a restaurant sitting on the same side of a booth, pop-up ads, privacy manager, men that drive without shirts on, being foolish, unfairly jumping to conclusions, being made fun of, cat-calling, people who type too hard
Greatest Fear: crossing bridges
Relaxing Activites: late night drives to sing by myself, headstands, hot baths,
Wish I Was: Ansel Adams, Jenifer Aniston, in love, living alone
Prized Possessions: ring from my grandparents, flower pot of my Grandma's, electric blanket (temporarily broken), tongue scraper, my bed
Craziest Thing Ever Done: getting a tattoo, strip Jenga
Things I Eventually Want To Do: skydive, buy a guitar, learn how to play the aforementioned guitar, take flying lessons, travel to France, write a novel, learn how to play the harp, tap dancing lessons, run a marathon
Sunday, November 21, 2004 Lift my days, light up my nights....You know what's fun? Having a crush. Because crushes are so innocent and chock full of unbridled hope. And having the image of someone in your imagination as completely perfect is the best way to go. At this stage, he has a charming but sweet demeanor. He has perfect hands, noticeably wedding band absent, and hair to die for. He doesn't forget to call me when he says he's going to. He doesn't tighten jars and lids too tightly so I can't get them off. He doesn't snore. He hasn't let down any of my expectations at all. And sure, maybe I haven't actually had a conversation with him yet, but he is a reason that I get out of bed to go to work with a slightly more noticeable spring in my step. And inevitably I'll either 1)never speak to him directly or 2)make such glamorous expectations for him, he'll of course fail to live up to them. But until then, there's that feeling akin to being in 9th grade. Where I would look forward to English class 3rd hour so that I could sneak glances across the room at my soul-devouring crush. Where I would plan my routes in the halls to pass him by. (note: said crush did eventually fall into category #2). Where did these post-worthy thoughts about my crush come from, you ask? Well, he decided to make a cameo in my dreams last night as one of Stephanie and my new roommates (he was incredibly polite as I cleared out a shelf for him in the bathroom closet). And as always, dreams have that intense emotional aspect to them, so much so that I wake up convinced that I'm in love.
In other news, I think my liver is going on strike. If it had the option of walking off the job, I'm sure that it would. You'd think that the horrid, wretched feeling of being hungover from too many white cosmos and glasses/bottle of red wine would stamp a permanent reminder on your memory to NOT DO IT AGAIN. But just a few short hours, a nap, and a couple of bottles of water later, you can be ready for another round. Although much more tame the second time around (I'm honestly still shocked that I could bring any glass containing alcohol to my lips without yarfing). At least something got through that thick head of mine. Friday night was an absolutely amazingly delicious dinner courtesy of Kelly and her brother Brian in honor of Suzy's birthday. We're talking sun-dried tomato dip, spinach salad, orange roughy in a lemon and white wine sauce with parmesean cous cous and julienned mixed veggies. So damn good. And even though I passed out before 11pm, I still had a good time. Last night was the 2nd annual progressive dinner party with Suzy and her neighbors. Fabulous on all courses! I even had the pleasure (mmm...sort of) of helping with the hand-made pasta noodles. Which is a task that I've always sworn was way way too much work for the goodness of the product. But I may retract my statement considering that dinner was amazing. And it's probably a good thing that I was pretty full by dessert, or else my ever-expanding ass would be going on strike along with my liver.
And like any good Sunday, it's time to get some homework done. There's a 15-page paper looming over my head that is just begging for me to actually start it. Sure. Maybe just after watching a little football though...and don't get me started on football with those damn Buckeyes....I'm still recovering from that. K. Have a happy Sunday.
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